Bill Sherman gripped the Sword of Seraphim, uncertain what he’d do with power it granted him.Could he really rule Purgatory? He cut the air with blade at least the mighty sword would come in handy if he had to smite a legion or two of dark forces. Suddenly, the sword shook in his hand. Burning pain scared up his arm and he was forced to loosen his grip. Stunned, he could only watch as the sword flew off into the darkness. He squinted. There was something out there. Vague movements rippled in the shadows, eventually taking on a strange dark shape. A mighty creature stepped forth from the blackness. An angel. One of Ramiel’s breed. But mutilated, horribly. Bloody stumps stood out from the straining muscles of its back. Its wings had been cut away… The angel spoke his name: Samael. Laughing, he told Bill that the mighty Sword of Seraphim was and forever would be his. Bill’s brief reign over Purgatory was but a sham. When the sword slew Ramiel, all his vast power had been transferred to Samael. Though the filthy half-blod had taken his angel’s wings, Samael was determined that he would now take Hell’s throne. Still laughing, the angel cast a spell on Bill. Pain tore his mind to shreds. He awoke in a place of suffering and despair made manifest. He clung to one goal: to stop Sammael!